#edenscent

for all her intelligence, hana was not immune to making truly stupid choices late at night, much like most people. what made her think that staying up until 3 a.m. was a good idea, knowing she had a fairly packed schedule the next day? knowing she would have to face a thousand people, smiling and chatting like she wouldn’t be running on sugary iced coffee to keep her going? 

she really doesn’t do this on purpose… most of the time, anyway. it’s just that when she lies in bed at night, she’s alone with her thoughts, and those thoughts usually push her towards doltalk (or, on better nights, towards something innocuous like one of her video games.) the next thing she knows, she’s waking back up at the ass-crack of dawn to her alarm going off, a reminder of the long day ahead.

aside from her busy schedule for the day, hana would have to get past the first hurdle of the day: the critiques of girl code’s stylist. she liked raebin well enough, but he has an amazing eye for noticing someone’s flaws (and additionally reprimanding them for it if it was something easily avoidable.) when she went into the bathroom that morning and saw the way she looked after her late night scrolling session… he was really going to kill her today. even with the skincare routine he recommended to her already, it wasn’t enough to hide the horrible eye bags she had now.

she knows all of these are just excuses, and he would gladly call her out on that; it doesn’t mean she wanted to hear him complain at her, though. 

he doesn’t really consider it kidnapping, or dragging raebin here against his will. especially if he’s in the comfort of his own home and raebin’s the one that’s showed up in front of his door. seungjae knows better than most people just how loud ( and in some cases, annoying ) he can be, but that’s never stopped him from approaching someone before.

raebin in this case is of no exception. their friendship had started off a little oddly – like cat and mouse, except there lacked any cat or mouse. and if anything, seungjae had referred to himself as a guard dog, and raebin, something like an owner. he’d been drawn from the start anyway; raebin’s demeanour and reactions more enjoyable than most.

he brings out the strawberry pocky he’d bought – specifically for raebin – and places it on the table. “i think the cashier thinks i have a problem. he asked me why i kept buying these,” he gestures to the snack, “i told him it was a treat,” seungjae laughs.

it might seem a little odd, just how close and how quickly seungjae found himself comfortable in raebin’s presence. there weren’t many instances where they could have worked together, and it wasn’t as though their paths would’ve crossed often either. and yet, somehow, seungjae enjoys the very fact that he feels so at ease, and genuine around the younger boy.